I'm too scared, the sorry ending

Well, helplessbondagegirl challenged us to give it a go, so I accepted. Maybe I should have waited for the double dog dare, or perhaps even the triple one before diving in. Her challenge is posted in the Dare section; I won’t repeat the whole thing here, but just note that it uses a ball tie with your hands behind your back (hogtie style), and the only thing securing you to the ball are clover clamps on your nipples, connected by a chain running through the strap holding your knees together.

I set up my video camera to record whether I succeeded or failed.

Gathered all the necessary gear: leather ankle and wrist cuffs locked tight, butt plug inserted (added for extra difficulty, silly me), ring gag in place, collar on. Locked my ankles with a padlock, then wrapped a leather strap around my thighs just above the knees, pulled it taut, and buckled it. Time to attach the clamps. I threaded the chain through the knee strap, lifted my left nipple slightly to ensure the clamp gripped well, and clicked it shut. Not too bad—a sharp sting that faded quickly. Repeated for the right nipple.

Now only hands behind me remained. Before locking them, I gave the chain a few tugs by shifting my legs to test how things were holding up. Didn’t look good; the jump ring connecting the chain to the clamp broke, and I was freed from trouble immediately.

Not so fast, cowboy. I removed the clamps and straps, fetched a heavier chain and some key rings. After fixing the clamps, I felt ready again. The new chain was slightly longer than the first, meaning the ball wouldn’t need to be pulled as tight, and I added an ankle chain to hook my wrist cuffs to since I foresaw trouble threading one lock through everything at once. This setup made it easier to connect and gave me a bit more slack.

Same routine: nipples were already tender from that first quick clamping, buuuutttt what the heck, pain is just pain.

Everything was ready. Just needed to secure the final lock connecting my wrist cuffs behind my back. Yes, all done—just snap it shut like that. I lay on my side to try and fasten this last connection. Fumbled with the lock; all rings were hooked in, just had to close it. Four minutes later, I decided to kneel on my bound ankles and knees instead. Much more comfortable this way; thought this would work better. Just needed to align that shackle and snap it shut. DAMN, missed again.

After another five minutes, I paused for a ten-second rest to rethink. Back at it, five more minutes, then another ten-second break. About twenty minutes after getting on my knees, I THINK I GOT IT. Yes! Tug, tug, tug—it’s still attached. OK, time to get the keys.

Let’s see: I’m kneeling, legs immobile, can’t bounce or I’ll topple onto my right side and squirm toward the keys. They aren’t far away (I wasn’t foolish; I knew this would be tough). Yes! Lean right, falling over—the chain from the clamps hooks over my knee as I go—SHIT THAT HURT, OW!OW!OW!Oh mama!

The left clamp is off and I haven’t even really started moving toward the keys. Now that loose chain will make reaching them harder without torturing my right nipple further. I begin to squirm; since the chain is looser now, I have more room to move. Every little shift makes the chain and clamp pull and bounce, sending waves of pain through my right nipple. Squirm a bit more, and suddenly the lock holding my wrists pops open. It hadn’t closed properly after all. THANK GOD. I didn’t need to keep wrestling toward those keys.

This would have been easier with a bondage buddy who could have locked that last clasp while laughing at my struggle. I might try it again someday if I find a better way to close the lock. The pain of ripping off the first clamp wasn’t as bad as expected, perhaps because it happened so early. I hadn’t tugged on it much yet—not like if I’d been trying to cross the floor. Probably the rush of blood back into the nipple hurt more than the actual removal.

So there you have your report, helpless bondage girl. Hope you enjoy it.:lol: